CHAPTER 9
Eighteen months after that fateful afternoon on the cold marble floor, the crisp autumn wind rustled through the vibrant trees of Millennium Park.
I walked smoothly along the paved stone path, using only an elegant silver cane for light support, breathing in the fresh, cool air coming off Lake Michigan.
Beside me walked Dr. David Miller, the brilliant chief orthopedic surgeon who had rebuilt my hip and supported my recovery every step of the way.
"You're walking almost completely without a limp today, Mara," David smiled, looking at me with admiration and deep affection as we stopped near the rose garden.
"I promised myself I would never let anyone make me feel trapped again, David," I replied, taking his hand as a warm, radiant smile lit up my face.
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